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Sep 2014
You say that I am
Pretty,
Nice,
Lovely.
But "nice" girls don't etch tally marks into their wrists.
"Pretty" girls don't cry themselves to sleep at night.
And "lovely" girls aren't afraid of the demons in their mind.
From a darker time.
Liz Hill
Written by
Liz Hill  United States
(United States)   
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